Suddenly feeling inspired, due to three CD's - Nirvana: Unplugged in New York, Drowning Pool Mix, and System of a Down: Toxicity. Really inspiring music, says I. And it's much better when music is right in your ears like mine is just now. Love these earmuff-style headphones.
Ghost Town
As Hallia reclined in her seat, Ayane wandered about the small café. The rich people who would normally prowl this place were gone like the rest, not saved by the money they probably held above most.
"I think it's really odd how all this got left behind, but there's no damage to the town," Darigan said past a mouthful of potatoe soup, a spoon's handle at the corner of his lips.
Hallia rolled her eyes, a little smirk on her dark lips, "Good thinking, genious. What concerns me is whether or not we'll bump into whatever made them leave."
A subtle laugh before she turns her gaze to the idle catgirl, who leant lazily against the counter, a cup of coffee in her gentle grip, tail whipping about in a slowand relaxed manner.
Golden eyes look around behind the desk, focused feline slits narrowed a little on a dark corner before she hears her name and turns, "Huh? Oh yeah, I think so too, Dar." not really paying attention, but sighing quietly. Her free hand rapped the tips of her claws against the counter now behind her.
Darigan crossed his arms, done with the hot stew. Leaning back as Hallia did, but lifting his feet up and resting them both on the table, a foot from eachother, "Hallia said that, Ayane. Something bothering you?"
"Nah, I'm fine. Thanks." Turning her head away, looking a bit melancholy, "Just feel a little blue, dunno why." as she forced a little smile, tail hanging limp, hardly twitching down by her feet.
Her attitude got a concerned look from Darigan, but he pressed no further. Leaning instead over his cup of cold milk. Ayane stepped away from the bar and moves slowly, taking a seat alone at a different table.
"We're leaving in the morning, ladies. Sleep wherever you like. I'll be on my way a little after dawn," Hallia spoke softly, finishing her tea before standing to her feet and walking calmly from the café.
Her heavy boots scraped the harsh earth no sooner than she felt the cold air strike her pale cheeks. Eyes half closed and looking relaxed, sad perhaps. A few steps away from her companions seemed to take forever, time seeming longer every day for her, every breath a little harder.
Darigan shrugged as she left, looking over to the moody feline with gentle oceanic eyes, older than he really was, looking as worn as his rough hands. Intertwining those hands together, the fingers crossing over one another before speaking to her under his breath, "Ayane.. come sit over here with me. I want to talk about things."
She smiled faintly, shrugging a little before she stood and quietly moved across the room to Hallia's seat and leant on it, "Sure. What about, big D?" her amusement looking a bit forced, but her kindness very natural.
He noticed and stood up, his hands flat against the table, "Usually you're so happy, why the sudden change?" he questioned, his concern never faltering, but increasing.
"I'll be fine! I just feel kind bad that you guys are prolly gonna leave me when we get Vicious back. I really like having friends." her eyes nothing like usual, definitely smarter than she usually acted, staring out the window into the night.
He sighed, shaking his head andmoved a hand behind his head, rubbing a bit, "Where are you going after this? Where ya from?" cloak behind him, wrapped over the back of the chair. His voice was gentle, despite his obvious size and strength.
She let out a girlish giggle before looking top him and shaking her head, "I don't know, I don't got a home. Last home I had got blown up, I thought Vicious was in it.."
He nodded, curling the coat over his left forearm and walking closer to her, smile flickering slightly, "You know, you can come stay with me and my sis. We have plenty of space at home and we could use the company. She was quite fond of you." his slightly tan cheeks blushing a bit, eyes cast down now.
A broad smile shows her glistening teeth before she jumps on him, hugging fiercely and laughing a little, "Oh thank you! That sounds great!" her claws digging a little into his back now, tail waving quickly behind her.
His eyes a little winced as he feels the claws in him a bit, but he smiles more and pet her head lightly. Darigan stepped away a little and bowed his head, her own excited form trying it's best to stay calm and bow a bit in return.
Soon enough, Darigan was in a comfortable bed, coat folded neatly in the chair beside him, his large hand rested over it a bit as he snored into the night. Ayane was curled on the floor's carpet, her teeth nipping idly at the end of her tail in her soft slumber, a smile never fading from her lips.
Hallia was stalking the streets, the half-moon above shining down on her pale complexion and ruby red eyes. She coffed quietly, stopping in her treads. An eyebrow cocked a little as the wind began to settle down.
A cocky grin on pink lips as she lowered her gaze to her feet and mumbled quietly, "Trying to catch me alone now, Scythe?"
A laughter from the winds around her indicated that she was correct, though she didn't let on that she didn't know exactly where he was. The slink of a chain neaby caused her to whip about, turning her upper body to the side and a tree to devide up the middle. The wood cracked all the way upwards, into the leaves above before the entire wooden form crumbled in splintered woodchips.
Her smirk glowered a moment longer and she laughed yet again. He had stood not a foot to the left. Gone now, of course, but not far. She could hear the chain her led, the ball he swung in large circles break the air. But the sound was bouncing off the winds around them and make it echo all about, impossible to determine where he was now.
"Ha ha... very good. Nearly needed a new haircut there, didn 't I? Why jump into a fight when I haven't even tried to attack you this time?" his voice came again and again with these words, from all directions.
Her eyebrow twitched a few times, frustrated.
"Just tell me what the fuck you want, kid," she muttered under her breath, eyes slowly searching through the sparse forest round her, "And who sent you. Before I make you jealous of that tree."
He fell down from thin air, holding a long chain encircled around on arm, a heavy ball hanging from one end, a sicklehead being gripped on the other, "Can't say who sent me the first time, but this trip's on me. I failed, they hired someone else. I want to kill that replacement and get back my old job.. Before they kill me, that is."
It was her turn to laugh, and she did. Laughed for a minute, right in his face. But he kept himself composed, waiting for her to stop.She did, she wiped a fake tear from her eye with a sigh and chuckled a little more. Then, she calmly spoke, "Nope." and turned back towards town.
He growled and raised a hand. her feet left the ground a moment, propelling her backwards and towards him. He caught her upper arms, but before he could talk, her hand moved to his hand she cracked his wrist, flipping him to his back in front of her and placing a short dagger to his neck.
He looked up at her, totally calm and growling a little, rubbing his wrist, "Ugh... look at it this way, you don't have to worry about nobody trying to kill you. I'll take care of them and tell my boss the job got done. Sound good?" His mouth covered by a dark blue scarf, but she could see that he was grinning a little.
The sun barely into the sky, Darigan pushed the blankets away and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Placing both heavy feet on the floor before standing his full height and stretching with a loud yawn. Hardly noticing the stretching catgirl on the floor as he walked past her, rubbing his eye and holding his boots and cloak.
His crimson-stained arms hanging limp by his sides, he stood on a plateu of ice, trying to remain standing even as his head throbbed with the agony of the day before. The soft blue surface beneath him was a smooth a surface as any, and a dry ice. His feet's flesh clung readily to the surface, sometimes moreso than the bones that connected it.
He looked up in front of him without a soul in his eyes. Just a quiet whimper as he looked into the icy eyes of the spiked beast in front of him. Ogre-looking and lumbering, dragging heavy forearms on the ground to either side of it, it's hideous face twisted in a permanent look of rage.
It stalked closer to him, several more beasts behind it, some bearing shards of ice jutting out of their limbs like thorns. All of them moving towards him. The platform shifted a little on the thin spike it was balanced upon below. In response, he immediately tore his feet from the ice and walked closer to the creatures, restoring balance.
The first one jumped at him, but he moved to his side, then stepping close to the others as the first slid past him, trying to catch the ice, but to no avail. It kept sliding and then plummeted to the distant ground below, shattered in an instant.
It's secondary instead ran at the man, a broad arm raised and coming down at him and smashing the ice, just as he moved backwards again, balance still stable due to lack of one beast.
His weary eyes blurred a moment before he fell to his side, catching himself and wincing as he landed on a wounded elbow and one of the ogres soared over him. Following the fate of the one before it, it's screech didn't last long.
He again rose to his feet, tears on his cheeks frozen that way and dyed red from blood drippings. The rags he wore were prctically gone now, hardly covering him at all.
A stumble to the left, his weak foot betrayed him. But one of the icy gargoyles rolled past, missed and momentum caryying him to join the other two, even as it screamed in a ghostly high-pitched howl.
The last three all closed in on him slowly, two growling and the middle one behind them, yapping like a dog. His eyes blurred again and he fell forward, laying now on the center of the platform and beneath a spray of ice shards as two of them shattered over him, having met together in a heavy tackle with unlucky timing.
The man breathed heavily and rolled to his back, just as a heavy spiked fist slammed the front of his ribs into the back of them, a low hiss from it's unearthly body, as it felt his heart stop beating.
Er.. to the few Vicious fans out there, I just want to apologize. Trust me, there's a reason for all this. I'm starting to get the hang of things, but help is always welcome. Even if I don't use your ideas, I promise it would probably help alot.
Ghost Town
As Hallia reclined in her seat, Ayane wandered about the small café. The rich people who would normally prowl this place were gone like the rest, not saved by the money they probably held above most.
"I think it's really odd how all this got left behind, but there's no damage to the town," Darigan said past a mouthful of potatoe soup, a spoon's handle at the corner of his lips.
Hallia rolled her eyes, a little smirk on her dark lips, "Good thinking, genious. What concerns me is whether or not we'll bump into whatever made them leave."
A subtle laugh before she turns her gaze to the idle catgirl, who leant lazily against the counter, a cup of coffee in her gentle grip, tail whipping about in a slowand relaxed manner.
Golden eyes look around behind the desk, focused feline slits narrowed a little on a dark corner before she hears her name and turns, "Huh? Oh yeah, I think so too, Dar." not really paying attention, but sighing quietly. Her free hand rapped the tips of her claws against the counter now behind her.
Darigan crossed his arms, done with the hot stew. Leaning back as Hallia did, but lifting his feet up and resting them both on the table, a foot from eachother, "Hallia said that, Ayane. Something bothering you?"
"Nah, I'm fine. Thanks." Turning her head away, looking a bit melancholy, "Just feel a little blue, dunno why." as she forced a little smile, tail hanging limp, hardly twitching down by her feet.
Her attitude got a concerned look from Darigan, but he pressed no further. Leaning instead over his cup of cold milk. Ayane stepped away from the bar and moves slowly, taking a seat alone at a different table.
"We're leaving in the morning, ladies. Sleep wherever you like. I'll be on my way a little after dawn," Hallia spoke softly, finishing her tea before standing to her feet and walking calmly from the café.
Her heavy boots scraped the harsh earth no sooner than she felt the cold air strike her pale cheeks. Eyes half closed and looking relaxed, sad perhaps. A few steps away from her companions seemed to take forever, time seeming longer every day for her, every breath a little harder.
Darigan shrugged as she left, looking over to the moody feline with gentle oceanic eyes, older than he really was, looking as worn as his rough hands. Intertwining those hands together, the fingers crossing over one another before speaking to her under his breath, "Ayane.. come sit over here with me. I want to talk about things."
She smiled faintly, shrugging a little before she stood and quietly moved across the room to Hallia's seat and leant on it, "Sure. What about, big D?" her amusement looking a bit forced, but her kindness very natural.
He noticed and stood up, his hands flat against the table, "Usually you're so happy, why the sudden change?" he questioned, his concern never faltering, but increasing.
"I'll be fine! I just feel kind bad that you guys are prolly gonna leave me when we get Vicious back. I really like having friends." her eyes nothing like usual, definitely smarter than she usually acted, staring out the window into the night.
He sighed, shaking his head andmoved a hand behind his head, rubbing a bit, "Where are you going after this? Where ya from?" cloak behind him, wrapped over the back of the chair. His voice was gentle, despite his obvious size and strength.
She let out a girlish giggle before looking top him and shaking her head, "I don't know, I don't got a home. Last home I had got blown up, I thought Vicious was in it.."
He nodded, curling the coat over his left forearm and walking closer to her, smile flickering slightly, "You know, you can come stay with me and my sis. We have plenty of space at home and we could use the company. She was quite fond of you." his slightly tan cheeks blushing a bit, eyes cast down now.
A broad smile shows her glistening teeth before she jumps on him, hugging fiercely and laughing a little, "Oh thank you! That sounds great!" her claws digging a little into his back now, tail waving quickly behind her.
His eyes a little winced as he feels the claws in him a bit, but he smiles more and pet her head lightly. Darigan stepped away a little and bowed his head, her own excited form trying it's best to stay calm and bow a bit in return.
Soon enough, Darigan was in a comfortable bed, coat folded neatly in the chair beside him, his large hand rested over it a bit as he snored into the night. Ayane was curled on the floor's carpet, her teeth nipping idly at the end of her tail in her soft slumber, a smile never fading from her lips.
Hallia was stalking the streets, the half-moon above shining down on her pale complexion and ruby red eyes. She coffed quietly, stopping in her treads. An eyebrow cocked a little as the wind began to settle down.
A cocky grin on pink lips as she lowered her gaze to her feet and mumbled quietly, "Trying to catch me alone now, Scythe?"
A laughter from the winds around her indicated that she was correct, though she didn't let on that she didn't know exactly where he was. The slink of a chain neaby caused her to whip about, turning her upper body to the side and a tree to devide up the middle. The wood cracked all the way upwards, into the leaves above before the entire wooden form crumbled in splintered woodchips.
Her smirk glowered a moment longer and she laughed yet again. He had stood not a foot to the left. Gone now, of course, but not far. She could hear the chain her led, the ball he swung in large circles break the air. But the sound was bouncing off the winds around them and make it echo all about, impossible to determine where he was now.
"Ha ha... very good. Nearly needed a new haircut there, didn 't I? Why jump into a fight when I haven't even tried to attack you this time?" his voice came again and again with these words, from all directions.
Her eyebrow twitched a few times, frustrated.
"Just tell me what the fuck you want, kid," she muttered under her breath, eyes slowly searching through the sparse forest round her, "And who sent you. Before I make you jealous of that tree."
He fell down from thin air, holding a long chain encircled around on arm, a heavy ball hanging from one end, a sicklehead being gripped on the other, "Can't say who sent me the first time, but this trip's on me. I failed, they hired someone else. I want to kill that replacement and get back my old job.. Before they kill me, that is."
It was her turn to laugh, and she did. Laughed for a minute, right in his face. But he kept himself composed, waiting for her to stop.She did, she wiped a fake tear from her eye with a sigh and chuckled a little more. Then, she calmly spoke, "Nope." and turned back towards town.
He growled and raised a hand. her feet left the ground a moment, propelling her backwards and towards him. He caught her upper arms, but before he could talk, her hand moved to his hand she cracked his wrist, flipping him to his back in front of her and placing a short dagger to his neck.
He looked up at her, totally calm and growling a little, rubbing his wrist, "Ugh... look at it this way, you don't have to worry about nobody trying to kill you. I'll take care of them and tell my boss the job got done. Sound good?" His mouth covered by a dark blue scarf, but she could see that he was grinning a little.
The sun barely into the sky, Darigan pushed the blankets away and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Placing both heavy feet on the floor before standing his full height and stretching with a loud yawn. Hardly noticing the stretching catgirl on the floor as he walked past her, rubbing his eye and holding his boots and cloak.
His crimson-stained arms hanging limp by his sides, he stood on a plateu of ice, trying to remain standing even as his head throbbed with the agony of the day before. The soft blue surface beneath him was a smooth a surface as any, and a dry ice. His feet's flesh clung readily to the surface, sometimes moreso than the bones that connected it.
He looked up in front of him without a soul in his eyes. Just a quiet whimper as he looked into the icy eyes of the spiked beast in front of him. Ogre-looking and lumbering, dragging heavy forearms on the ground to either side of it, it's hideous face twisted in a permanent look of rage.
It stalked closer to him, several more beasts behind it, some bearing shards of ice jutting out of their limbs like thorns. All of them moving towards him. The platform shifted a little on the thin spike it was balanced upon below. In response, he immediately tore his feet from the ice and walked closer to the creatures, restoring balance.
The first one jumped at him, but he moved to his side, then stepping close to the others as the first slid past him, trying to catch the ice, but to no avail. It kept sliding and then plummeted to the distant ground below, shattered in an instant.
It's secondary instead ran at the man, a broad arm raised and coming down at him and smashing the ice, just as he moved backwards again, balance still stable due to lack of one beast.
His weary eyes blurred a moment before he fell to his side, catching himself and wincing as he landed on a wounded elbow and one of the ogres soared over him. Following the fate of the one before it, it's screech didn't last long.
He again rose to his feet, tears on his cheeks frozen that way and dyed red from blood drippings. The rags he wore were prctically gone now, hardly covering him at all.
A stumble to the left, his weak foot betrayed him. But one of the icy gargoyles rolled past, missed and momentum caryying him to join the other two, even as it screamed in a ghostly high-pitched howl.
The last three all closed in on him slowly, two growling and the middle one behind them, yapping like a dog. His eyes blurred again and he fell forward, laying now on the center of the platform and beneath a spray of ice shards as two of them shattered over him, having met together in a heavy tackle with unlucky timing.
The man breathed heavily and rolled to his back, just as a heavy spiked fist slammed the front of his ribs into the back of them, a low hiss from it's unearthly body, as it felt his heart stop beating.
Er.. to the few Vicious fans out there, I just want to apologize. Trust me, there's a reason for all this. I'm starting to get the hang of things, but help is always welcome. Even if I don't use your ideas, I promise it would probably help alot.